"Wh-What the..."
Meso looked at Ian, slightly embarrassed, and stepped back.
He skillfully pulled out his dagger as he stepped back. The men around Meso were quickly poised to attack.
The festival-goers around them retreated, creating boundaries.
Meso’s party signaled to follow them by nodding their heads; they didn't intend to fight in the middle of the crowded road market.
Ian smirked and followed them.
He was comfortable in a place without people.
Ariella and Cecilia also moved along with Ian. Meso turned into an alleyway where no person would come and stared at Ian.
"You bastard... Now you're even pulling out your sword. Have you lost your mind?" Said Meso, growling.
He didn't like the situation in which the man who was his slave when he was young drew a sword on him, so he rushed first without a second thought.
Meso's dagger swung at Ian's neck.
However, Ian moved slightly and easily avoided Me...
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